[Verse 1: Rod-A-Stuy]
This the remarkable essence of being me
Skills don’t apply to this You shouldn’t see a fee
A lot of niggas ain't living A lot of niggas ain’t driven
A hundred miles and running a transition to be
Something these bitch niggas wasn’t able or accustomed to see
The obscene surreality A end of me
“Do You Wanna Ride” not what Hov did for Emory
Based off appetite hell yeah this is gluttony
I put the stock on the market you wanna fuck with me
Have team just in case you ain’t watching your back
Niggas will kill so I hope you relying on that
Don’t get discouraged out here nigga you gotta live
With everything that's acquired be willing to give
I ain’t here for the comfort of selling no dreams
So I don’t give a fuck about you or your self-esteem
One hundred
Mother fucker
[Verse 2: V!C]
I gotta body them fuck who ever doubted me then
Presence of the young lords who gonna stop me then
Kick game stupid Givenchy sweaters
Acting like nobody better, but fuck it man it’s whatever
And I don’t give a fuck I say what I want nigga
I’m arrogant I gotta fuck how you feel nigga
My whole team stars, niggas was born to shine
Elevated in new shit taking this rap shit by surprise
Essence of the new school. Oh, You ain’t heard of me
I beat that bitch pussy up she needed surgery
A young G Camo down to the shorts and briefs
Smoking on some good Kush nigga nobody high as me
Aiming for the throne nigga sorry for the casualties
I gotta murder these rap niggas saying they after me
It’s now or never we switching bitches the stock exchange
Even if my son came up he couldn’t block his reign
One Hundred
[Verse 3: Creative Gold]
Fuck these niggas Fuck these bitches
Swear I care about everything but these bitches
E-Z widers and Swishers. Silver tone on the switches
Swear we making a killing why mention one of these niggas
Realest to ever do it, illest that ever will
Give respect when it’s due and your bill is overdue still
Don’t feel none of these rappers so fuck all of these rappers
Hold it down for the west to the city of the Raptors
No punch line rap these are New York facts
Anybody want beef handle that like where they at?
You can talk a lot of bull if you want just for the heat of it
Get poked up for the green on that Benzino shit
Smoking tropical weed you never been to the tropics
And I don’t need me a deal to for them to know that Im popping
Stop it that red light will get your head right nigga
Catch me slipping I’ll get you back the same night nigga huh
One Hundred
[Verse 4: Suazo]
Used to doubt a nigga look what I became
Dream that I will ball now Im in the game
Yes Im getting money but no I’ll never change
Criticism’s needed though they still can’t justify my name
More simple also plain Gotta Nikon flow I’m focused mane
I decease everything when the beat go bang And your mind go bang Kurt Cobain
Gimmie all and nothing less Fuck them niggas Im the best
Kush and Henny got me a mess Cuz lately I been under stress
Look here it’s money over bitches My daughter over all
They see Im getting better They pray for me to fall
I pray for something special Just looking at her smile
Got me thinking God has blessed you But fuck that look at me now
Rep my team like Im supposed to Shorty screaming there he go
Bitches on my team on my team like the radio
FM stereo we on that 80’s baby flow
And your lady always play me so don’t ever try to play me ho
One Hundred
This the remarkable essence of being me
Skills don’t apply to this You shouldn’t see a fee
A lot of niggas ain't living A lot of niggas ain’t driven
A hundred miles and running a transition to be
Something these bitch niggas wasn’t able or accustomed to see
The obscene surreality A end of me
“Do You Wanna Ride” not what Hov did for Emory
Based off appetite hell yeah this is gluttony
I put the stock on the market you wanna fuck with me
Have team just in case you ain’t watching your back
Niggas will kill so I hope you relying on that
Don’t get discouraged out here nigga you gotta live
With everything that's acquired be willing to give
I ain’t here for the comfort of selling no dreams
So I don’t give a fuck about you or your self-esteem
One hundred
Mother fucker
[Verse 2: V!C]
I gotta body them fuck who ever doubted me then
Presence of the young lords who gonna stop me then
Kick game stupid Givenchy sweaters
Acting like nobody better, but fuck it man it’s whatever
And I don’t give a fuck I say what I want nigga
I’m arrogant I gotta fuck how you feel nigga
My whole team stars, niggas was born to shine
Elevated in new shit taking this rap shit by surprise
Essence of the new school. Oh, You ain’t heard of me
I beat that bitch pussy up she needed surgery
A young G Camo down to the shorts and briefs
Smoking on some good Kush nigga nobody high as me
Aiming for the throne nigga sorry for the casualties
I gotta murder these rap niggas saying they after me
It’s now or never we switching bitches the stock exchange
Even if my son came up he couldn’t block his reign
One Hundred
[Verse 3: Creative Gold]
Fuck these niggas Fuck these bitches
Swear I care about everything but these bitches
E-Z widers and Swishers. Silver tone on the switches
Swear we making a killing why mention one of these niggas
Realest to ever do it, illest that ever will
Give respect when it’s due and your bill is overdue still
Don’t feel none of these rappers so fuck all of these rappers
Hold it down for the west to the city of the Raptors
No punch line rap these are New York facts
Anybody want beef handle that like where they at?
You can talk a lot of bull if you want just for the heat of it
Get poked up for the green on that Benzino shit
Smoking tropical weed you never been to the tropics
And I don’t need me a deal to for them to know that Im popping
Stop it that red light will get your head right nigga
Catch me slipping I’ll get you back the same night nigga huh
One Hundred
[Verse 4: Suazo]
Used to doubt a nigga look what I became
Dream that I will ball now Im in the game
Yes Im getting money but no I’ll never change
Criticism’s needed though they still can’t justify my name
More simple also plain Gotta Nikon flow I’m focused mane
I decease everything when the beat go bang And your mind go bang Kurt Cobain
Gimmie all and nothing less Fuck them niggas Im the best
Kush and Henny got me a mess Cuz lately I been under stress
Look here it’s money over bitches My daughter over all
They see Im getting better They pray for me to fall
I pray for something special Just looking at her smile
Got me thinking God has blessed you But fuck that look at me now
Rep my team like Im supposed to Shorty screaming there he go
Bitches on my team on my team like the radio
FM stereo we on that 80’s baby flow
And your lady always play me so don’t ever try to play me ho
One Hundred
( V!C & Rod-A-Stuy )
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